When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
Tag: Shadow
Meeting Vigil
“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil
Come Home Soon
She had stayed until everyone left and I was walking Bekah to her car. It was the first day we were together and she was going to her parents where she was staying for the summer. “Don’t go,” I said. “You belong here. With me.” I kissed her. It didn’t take more than that to… Continue reading Come Home Soon
Lost Confessions: Art
I read Artist’s blog last night and it really hit home to me. It was written in response to “Purpose” a blog written by Guardian many moons ago. I read it a few times and then it started to become familiar to me. As if I had read it before. I checked with Informer and… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Art
Lost Confessions: Fire
The heat is intense and dry, blowing as if from every direction. Fire is crawling and leaping. Smoke gathers to speed the destruction. It fills everything with black. It fills everything with choke and watering eyes, coughing uncontrollably. It cuts visibility and the only thing that can be seen through the black is the devouring… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Fire
Lost Confessions: Purpose
A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Purpose
Lost Confessions: The Workshop
This is an awesome story! Have you ever known beyond your smallest doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be, or doing the thing you were supposed to be doing? That is the story I am going to tell you now. I wrote a book. It is a decent book but it… Continue reading Lost Confessions: The Workshop
Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
Lost Confessions: Living Room 4
I thought I knew a lot about ghosts. I thought there were some fuckin’ rules about it. Things like ghosts only haunt places that were important to them in life. But this guy (if he is a ghost) is not fuckin playing by the rules. I talked to him today. I saw him on the… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 4
Lost Confessions: Living Room 3
Alright, I am almost positive the guy’s name is Patron. I talked to my landlord again today, this time with Marigold herself. She said there were a lot of mixed signs. One guy (Tony) had dark hair ’til the day he died. One guy (her father, Patron) would be wearing a suit and might be… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 3
